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“Virginia wasn’t all cool intellect by any means. She had the warmest and deepest and most human of affections for those she loved. They were few, perhaps, and she applied alarmingly high standards, but her love and humanity were real, once they were given.”

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Vita Sackville-West
Vita Sackville-West

Vita Sackville-West was an English author, poet, and gardener, recognized for her novels, poetry, and gardening expertise. Born on March 9, 1892, and passing away on June 2, 1962, Sackville-West's writing delved into themes of love, nature, and the human condition. She was a member of the Bloomsbury Group, a group of artists, writers, and intellectuals in the early 20th century. more

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